Nobody cares

Nigga

Give me the smoke

Nigga lights up the broke a fame

I ain’t goin’ choke on the name

But you cloak yourself the game

But you croak on folk, but the chain

Isn’t the train, spoke n’ now you claim

Your him, with rainbow aim, you blame

Me for your jealousy views, but name

Any enemy that destiny doesn’t tame

But you flame through your recipe for fame

There must be gun of guilt cause I do-do your name dirty (Haha)

Journey as a journalist, filled of gas-oh-lean?

First three corrupted as a skilled teamster

But my gaster blaster is a true killer who’s a reaper

With no master cause this bastard wanna carry heaters

But my heat is a Miami, I can frankly blast first class

But you wanna classify classics, but this class sick

With six pricks with clicks who carry grips for what?

Can’t spray, fake gang-gang, no bang bang in the hit-tat

Target sprayed? Stop bangin’ on wood (knock knock)

Get her maid, apparently you bang your wood on slavers

Who pave her play daters with all haters with bullets flyin’

So don’t save her, cause you bait her on flyin’

But while you bang her I’m fryin’ a fried egg

With these skill, it’s over your head don’t beg

For beef, unless your like me, who gets treated like em

With every line is a shot, they try to cancel me

But it flops cause I drop it like it’s hot (HAHA)